Make it great, Bert

Some of us have a soul
Instead of a black hole
Where a demon lives,
I was very almost in love.

Change my mind.
You make it great to see life
Through your eyes

For love not taken root
Along the aisles of the tulips.

Stole a lime from the bottle shop
Because I could.
Same day imagined I was 
in love with you.

Rainbow lurakeet 
Upside down from a branch
Sucking necture from a tree.
A car parked outside my place
On the street.
A friend of mine walks to the shop
Early morning for her drink.
All of a sudden wemon don't look
So good.
The TV blaring.
Me missing you.

No one knows where I am
In New South Wales.
I could be on a beach
Or taking a scenic road.

A girl downstairs grows
A little Amazonian rainforest.

Prayed on by birds for her lunch.

I'm attracted to the girl on
The TV looks like Mum when she
Was young. Yvette is her
Name if you want to know.
Yvette's brunette. Usually I
Like blonds. 

An old smoking man comes
Out his door in a morning robe,
Picks up the plant that blew loose
From the hanging pot on the wall
In the storm from the night before.
Places plant back in it's home
On the wall.

A feather falls from a bird
On a chair sitting outside my window.

Tree's like a little god.
Too big to wrap your arms around.
A place to take a date
Or wake up to too late
in the park.

A tree is home to my best friend.
I watch from my window each morning.
My friend's got a mate.
I know them each by name.
Her name is Jenny,
The would be lurakeet, nonetheless
A plan bird. The male one's Bert.
Bert's a simple bird also.

I use to live without
All these songs.
Been too long
Since I read someone's
Original poem
(man like me
Can't get along with a woman).